Lu Zhiwei instantly recognized the person on stage from that familiar syllable manipulation technique.
The audience was captivated, listening intently, and no one dared to make a sound.
Ruan Jizhou's lips slowly drooped after hearing the middle part.
He was certain that the person on the stage was Shen Jinmo.
Shen Jinmo was born into the wealthy Shen family and was forced to learn various skills from a young age, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, swimming, shooting, horseback riding, and ball games...
But he was rebellious and never studied seriously.
However, he was extremely talented and could learn anything very quickly.
Even his violin playing was something he developed his own unique style after only a few casual practices.
He never bothered to use his strengths to please women.
Now, however, he personally took to the stage to dedicate a song to Lu Zhiwei.
Ruan Jizhou turned to Lu Zhiwei with a focused gaze, "Is this person playing nice?"
Lu Zhiwei shook her head: "It's pretty average."
Lu Zhiwei's denial precisely confirmed Ruan Jizhou's conjecture.
She recognized Shen Jinmo just the same.
Otherwise, judging solely by the quality of the music, it would be heavenly, not ordinary.
The song ended.
Shen Jinmo, holding his violin, glanced at the audience.
Lu Zhiwei's eyes were like a calm lake, without a ripple.
Shen Jinmo was disappointed. Whenever he practiced the piano in the music room, the woman beside him had eyes full of longing for him.
He was even aroused by the adoring look in her eyes at that moment, and pressed her down on the black and white piano keys, repeatedly taking from her.
Its supple body conforms to the piano keys, and the intense impact produces beautiful notes.
That warm yet passionate time.
He lost it himself.
He walked dejectedly backstage.
Shen Yunshu returned to the stage to perform the second half of the concert.
The entire performance lasted for nearly an hour, and was nearing its end.
Suddenly, all the lights in the hall went out.
"Ah—murder!"
A deafening roar erupted from the audience.
The huge audience area was in complete chaos.
The stabbed audience member collapsed in his seat, blood gushing from his stomach.
The stabbing assailant, wearing a mask, desperately fled towards the exit.
With two exits, one in front and one behind, the audience filed out.
As soon as Ruan Jizhou and Lu Zhiwei stood up, the audience next to them pushed them forward.
There were just too many people, and the hall was pitch black, so we couldn't see anything.
People rushed out, pushing and shoving each other.
Many panicked people fell to the ground and were trampled over.
"Weiwei, stay with me." Ruan Jizhou held her hand tightly, preventing her from being separated from the crowd.
The two people's bodies were constantly being squeezed and bumped.
Ruan Jizhou instinctively pulled Lu Zhiwei into his arms, using his shoulder to shield her from the people pushing towards him, trying to minimize the impact of pedestrians on Lu Zhiwei.
Everyone else is running for their lives.
Lu Zhiwei, however, is different.
She was searching for the killer's trail.
She has excellent night vision; the murderer was wearing a red plaid shirt.
They stand out in the crowd.
On the exit side, the murderer was squeezed into a ball by the crowd, unable to outrun the group of fleeing listeners.
Lu Zhiwei nestled in Ruan Jizhou's arms and took out a pen and a portable sketchbook from her bag.
She is a profiler, and her duty is to ensure that the police catch the murderer as soon as possible, no matter which crime scene she is at.
"Zhou Yan, you go first." Lu Zhiwei called him by his real name.
Ruan Jizhou's heart skipped a beat; he could smell the fragrance of her hair. "What's wrong?"
"You go first," Lu Zhiwei pleaded with him.
"No, I won't leave you." For the first time, Ruan Jizhou couldn't listen to her decision.
Shen Jinmo burst into the hall from backstage and squeezed against the flow of the crowd toward Lu Zhiwei.
"Go to hell!" After struggling to break through the defenses for a long time, the knife-wielding thugs, who had failed to escape, breached the main defense.
Loss of emotional control.
He raised the knife again and waved it wildly through the crowd.
Those who were stuck at the exit suffered, several were slashed, and screams erupted from the crowd.
The panicked crowd began to retreat again.
Lu Zhiwei and Ruan Jizhou were separated by the sudden surge of the crowd.
Lu Zhiwei was shoved hard and stumbled, falling to the ground.
A hand appeared just in time, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up.
"Come with me." The deep voice was cold and forceful.
Lu Zhiwei saw his face clearly, her jawline tightening in the darkness.
Ruan Jizhou, having regained control of the situation, handed his hand to Lu Zhiwei: "Weiwei, give me your hand."
After a moment's thought, Lu Zhiwei freed her small hand from Shen Jinmo's grasp. When he grabbed it back, she placed Ruan Jizhou's hand in his. Taking advantage of the chaos and darkness, she slipped out of the disorderly crowd and headed towards the high platform.
Shen Jinmo held one hand tightly as they walked out of the hall, talking to Lu Zhiwei behind him.
"You've gained weight? Your hands have gotten thicker."
“I’m not joking about remarrying you. I’m giving you enough time to think it over seriously.”
"Lu Zhiwei, did you hear me?"
Shen Jinmo asked several questions, but the person behind him did not answer.
Step outside the hall.
The light restored people's vision.
Shen Jinmo slowly turned around.
I saw Ruan Jizhou's gloomy face appear behind me.
He looked down at the hand he had just been holding.
It's obvious that this is a man's hand, or rather, Zhou Yan's hand!
A chill ran through me, and I forcefully shook off that hand.
"Are you dead? Can't you say a word?" Shen Jingmo roared, his gloomy face tinged with the anger of being tricked.
Ruan Jizhou rubbed his wrist, which was red from being pulled: "Are you blind? Can't you even look back?"
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